Yeah... well. [He blushes and kisses his lover lightly in return, a little embarrassed. This isn't good for his bad boy reputation. He'll drown the rest of his argument in whiskey, mostly cause that's really he all he has to say about any of it. Who can really argue with that? Instead he'll just sit there, fingers still comfortably entwined with Aidan's and a warmth still on his cheeks.]